Sorry for the wait. I had so much soccer that I never had time to post. Thanks for your comments and reviews. I appreciate them. Anyway, thanks again, Asher.

Chapter 3

Tris' Point of View

I wake up the next day feeling tired. Oh who am I kidding, I'm not a morning person at all. But I know I have to get through my morning workout. Instead of taking a shower, I just get up and throw on a sports bra with a muscle t-shirt and some short running shorts. I throw my hair in a ponytail and grab my sneakers, heading out of my bedroom door. I walk out the main door to the apartment and close it quietly so I don't wake up Chris.

I start to jog down the sidewalk when I realize that I still don't know where I'm going. I pass the turf field and just keep jogging. I think I'm getting closer to the guys apartments. That's when I hear a door open and close to one of the houses behind me. I look back to see Four putting in his headphones on his doorstep. I keep running and focus all of my attention to what's in front of me. By seeing Four with his headphones, I realize that I forgot mine. I really could use a playlist to listen to. So instead I sing in my head to one of my favorite songs. Superheroes by The Script. I start to sing the chorus and soon I'm singing out loud. I'm a pretty goo singer but not when I'm running. But I don't care.

When you've been fighting for it all your life

You've been struggling to make things right

That's how a superhero learns to fly

Everyday, every hour

Turn that pain, into power

When you've been fighting for it all your life

When you've been working every day and night

That's how a superhero learns to fly

Every day, every hour

Turn that pain, into power

I can relate to this song. It just speaks to me. I've been working toward my dream of soccer. I don't care about the guys who complained that I cared more for sports than them. It makes me laugh now that I think about it. They'd soon break up with me because of it. I never cried. I didn't think there was a reason to. If they didn't like how I always wanted to train even when I didn't need to, then they could fuck off because I'm not changing for a guy. That's why I've never been serious with guys, they just don't get it. They expect girls to be cheering them on in sports and wear slutty clothes for their pleasure. Well you'll never see me wearing envy thing like that. I guess I'm just waiting for the right guy to come. He'll understand what I want and not try to change me.

The sidewalk ends and I see a park up ahead to the right. So I turn the corner and I head to the park. I run on the trail until I see a path through the trees. I slow my run to a slow jog and dodge through the trees. I continue down the path and I hear crashing water of some sort. As I get closer, the noise gets louder. At this point, I'm just walking. I see a cave up ahead and the closer I get the more curious I am.

I walk into the cave and start to explore. It's really dark so I can't see that much. I keep walking anyway. I'm about to turn back when I see a faint light. I walk toward the light and I see the water crashing against the rock wall. I go up to the edge and sit down with my feet dangling down. I sit there with water spraying all over my legs. The light from the hole above hits the water just right so it's sparkling on the surface. It's breathtaking, really. I sit there enjoying the sight.

"What are you doing here?" I hear a voice say behind me. I look back, startled. It's Four.

"I found it during my morning work out." I say. He sits down beside me and sighs.

"I didn't know it was that easy to find." He says.

"Maybe for someone who isn't curious or doesn't go on runs to stay in shape."

"I guess."

"You know, I can leave-" I start to say getting up.

"No it's fine. I don't own this place."

"Yeah but if you want to be alone."

"I don't mind." He says looking up at me. His dark blue eyes meet mine. They sparkle like the water in the light. I've never seen such beautiful eyes in my life. I have blue eyes, but there a dull blue with gray. I look away before I'm caught staring.

"What do you call it?" I ask sitting back down next to him.

"The Chasm."

"It's beautiful."

"So how did you find it?"

"Same way as you. Morning workout."

"Oh cool."

We sit there in silence until I get up to leave.

"I have to finish my workout. You know, more running, weights, exercises." I say to him. He gets up with me and we head out.

"Do you want me to show you the gym? I'm going there anyway." He asks.

"Sure."

We jog toward the gym at a steady pace. I speed up a little to stay with him but otherwise I'm good. I see the track and turf field up ahead and we turn just before that and into a building behind it. We enter the building and the sight amazes me. There's so many things here. It's huge. Treadmills, ellipticals, weights, batting cages, tennis stuff, more machines I don't know the name of and lots of space. I see a radio and I head over to it.

"I swear if you put Iggy or Katy Perry, you're going to get it." I ignore him and take his phone that he had in his hand. He give me a weird look. I go on YouTube and play Fall Out Boy's different playlists.

I decide on grabbing the 25 pound weights and I head of toward the cleared area. I start if with push ups. I do 25 just to start. Then I do planks for one minute. I do 60 curl ups and sit ups. Finally, I grab the weights and I do different things. I lay on my back and lift the weights from my side to above my head and back. I do 4 sets if 20. I then lift them over my head and back down. Same amount. Finally I stand up and do regular weights. When I finish I put the weights back and sit down on the bench. I go to the water fountain and take a few sips. When I'm done my little break I look over at Four to see if he's done. He isn't. He's currently lifting weights. He looks good.

I can't help but feel he has something against me. He's been nice to me today, but last night all he did was glare. It's also like he didn't think I was good enough or something. I'm not like most girls. I train harder than normal. I do stuff every morning. I wake up as early as I have to to do my morning run if nothing else. And if I don't have time, that's what I do after school, before I do my homework. That's one of the reasons I never was into relationships as some of my friends were in high school. That's all they did. But did they get a scholarship? No, I did. And I had to work really hard for it. I realize I've been staring in his direction, so I quickly look away. He gets up from his weights and gets some water from the fountain.

"Are you done?" I ask him.

"Yeah, you?"

"Yup. Did you eat anything yet? You can come over and grab something to eat. Chris is bound to be awake by now."

"Sure."

We head out and to jog down the sidewalk. We enter through my door and walk into the kitchen. I look in the fridge and find strawberries.

"Make whatever you want. Except the junk stuff, Christina brought it. I brought the healthier selections."

"Okay." He replies.

I throw the strawberries in the blender and I grab the milk from the fridge. I take my protein powder from the cabinet and put some of that in. I add some ice and then I blend it together.

"Can you make me one of those?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure." I give him mine and I make a new one for myself. He grabs two straws and hands me one. We walk to the living room and sit on the couch. I turn on the tv and we start to watch in silence.

"So I know like nothing about you, and the same with me, so what do you say to 20 questions?" He asks me.

"Sure, why not. It'd be good to finally know who I spent the morning with." I say.

"Okay, Messi or Ronaldo?" He asks

"Messi." We both say.

"Finally someone who agrees. You know I was talking to my friends from my high school team and when I asked, some girls were like, Ronaldo. And I said why and you know what they replied with? He's hot. I'm like are you kidding me?" I say and laugh. He laughs too.

"Okay," I say. "Color, mines black.

"Same here. Animal? I like dogs.

"I have to say wolves. How about favorite band? I love Fall Out Boy.

"I like them but I like The Script better. Umm...how about you just tell me how you got here, what you do, just tell me about yourself and stuff."

"Okay." I reply. I think about what to say. "Well I love soccer and track. I got here on a soccer scholarship. The guys I dated in high school were jerks because they didn't like how I always trained when I didn't need to and how they weren't first in my life and soccer was. So basically, they dumped me because I was doing too much soccer and training and stuff to hang out with them. Which was fine by me. I run every morning and workout every other day. I like to read and write. I also like art. Especially drawing. I like art. I want to eventually own my own gym with training sessions and lots of machines and weights."

"Well. I got my name from my jersey. Four. No one knows my real name and it's going to stay like that. I play football, baseball, lacrosse and soccer. But I got here on a lacrosse and football scholarship. I don't know which to choose. I like both sports. I didn't have that problem with girls because I was the one everyone wanted. Girls threw themselves at me and stuff. It was really annoying. All of the girls where so annoying. I never went to dances or dated anyone cause I was too busy training. I do different things to work out every other day and I run every morning. Like you. I also want to be a physical therapist and a trainer like you. I want to help people get better. But I'd be awesome if I played football or lacrosse professionally." He says.

"Cool." I reply

"You know if you want, we could work out together every morning and train together?"

"Sure, I've never had anyone to train with. They like to sleep in."

"Yeah same with Zeke."

"That's Chris."

"So how about tomorrow 5:30. We have classes so if you have classes in the morning-" I stop him right there.

"I started my classes after noon so I could train in the morning."

"Okay, me too. Well I better get going. It was fun. Thanks for the smoothie."

"No problem." I say.

He walks out the door and I throw our smoothies in the sink. I rinse them out so they don't get dirty. I make a salad for lunch and eat it on the couch. Christina comes in looking like a monster. I laugh and eat my salad. We watch tv and make small talk as she eats a bowl of cereal.

You know maybe have a training buddy will help me. It will be more fun and we can push each other harder. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's training more than anything.